Wednesday, November 11, 2009

You

I am ending my life with you
It will be shiny and new
I will cough and you will sneeze
Always excusing ourselves
And clearing each other's plates
I don't know what grows in that head of yours
Maybe its the seeds I potted
Deep in the soil of your soul
I just don't know but I can dream
The forrest will always be dark
But we're endlessly carrying flashlights
Scaring away ghosts
And communicating with loving gazes
I will swim in the black if you swim in the blue
Always holding each other; I am ending my life with you.

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